Derailing Bedlam: Flirty Fish Tails Part 1 #fiction #adventure

As usual, here is your warning that this story has cursing, sex (not graphic), innuendo, and violence.  It’s my Rated-R action adventure called Derailing Bedlam.  This is the fourth outing (third official) for Cassidy and Lloyd, so feel free to click on one of the two covers to see how it started.  Each one is 99 cents!

Cover by Jon Hunsinger

Cover Art by Jon Hunsinger

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Located a few miles outside of Wisconsin Dells, the city-sized waterpark of Grand Aquae is constantly bustling with activity. Enormous slides are in every direction, some of them for transport and others for entertainment. Walkways weave among the pools, which range from arctic plunges to steaming hot springs and everything in-between. Low bridges are repeatedly soaked from the timely waves that push water throughout the pools to prevent stagnation. All of the buildings are built to float while anchored to colorful poles in the ground. Only a hospital and the central palace stand on solid land, both structures fringed by waterfalls that pound on collections of rocks that are used for mediation. Ginger strip dispensers are scattered about Grand Aquae for those who wish to enjoy the various rides, but suffer from seasickness. Packs of shell-wearing children run all over the enormous park with only a few of them supervised by adults. Famous for being one of the driving attractions, women dressed as mermaids sit in designated shells and are happy to swim with the guests, especially anyone who has caught their interest. Those who have already done their water shifts remain on land and patrol in carts, their colorful bathing suits reflecting light to make sure they are seen in the crowds. Unlike their female counterparts, the male swimmers are dressed as classic sailors and barely clothed scuba divers who carry oxygen tanks for emergencies.

Wearing a swimsuit that is reminiscent of the 1920’s, Tyler leaves the rest of the departure preparations and supply loading to Cola. He nods to let Dale know that he can have some fun like he was promised, the one-armed bodyguard wearing nothing more than a speedo. With the towering figure no longer following him, Tyler finds himself feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Even Cassidy’s presence does little to relax him since her one-piece swimsuit is still fairly revealing due to a high cut, low neck, open back, and exposed belly. The idea of swimming among other people and possibly touching them, especially the mermaids, sends a chill down his spine. Yet, he knows that Grannus the ruler of Grand Aquae will reclaim the supplies and demolish the station if he refuses to enjoy the park.

“We can go for a walk and take one dip if you don’t feel up for the long haul,” Cassidy mentions as she puts on a pair of sunglasses. Stretching her arms, she flips off a group of men who whistle and shout about her backside. “I’m not sure what you expect me to do here. The park doesn’t allow guests to carry weapons and there are metal detectors hidden everywhere. Not that I can hide anything more than this plastic knife in this outfit. Can’t say I’m upset since I like the dark green and it’s a little flattering to get attention in a place like this. I mean, there are mermaids here and that’s steep competition. You going to talk, Mr. McHale, or is this a one-sided conversation?”

“You look nice in your swimsuit,” Tyler blurts out without looking at the mercenary. He watches an old man complete a flipping dive, the board continuing to wobble as the swimmer neatly enters the water. “As you’ve noticed, I don’t like to be touched by strangers. Human contact has felt wrong since I lost my family. A place like this is a nightmare, but Grannus requires that everyone who does business with him enjoy the park. I’m thankful that the Duchess agreed to meet with him on my behalf, but I must do this. Otherwise, we lose the station and the supplies needed to reach the next stop.”

“In that case, I’ll do my best to make you comfortable,” Cassidy promises before glancing at her outfit. Adjusting the top, she makes sure the finger-sized knife is still accessible and not on the verge of falling out. “Odd thing for someone to say while they’re wearing this, but it isn’t like you’re the type I’d seduce. No offense, but I really hope Dale comes back before the day is done. This is my first time here and I see so many rides I want to enjoy. For now, how about we try that pool since there aren’t many people there?”

Following the mercenary, Tyler scans the crowds for anybody who looks like they are going to approach him. Besides the fear of getting touched, he realizes that he is subconsciously checking the area for assassins. Taking one of his pills, the businessman considers Cassidy’s mention of the metal detectors and how most people are wearing suits that prevent concealed weapons. Even his clothes are so tight that a hidden gun or knife would be an obvious bulge on his body. Feeling braver than he has in weeks, Tyler cracks his knuckles and moves ahead of his bodyguard in order to be the first to enter the water. The fact that nobody pays attention to him helps draw the black-haired man further into the water. Turning around, he notices that Cassidy has stopped after going few feet into the warm pool. With the mercenary talking with a young woman wearing a modest one-piece and headphones, he is abruptly afraid that she is no longer focused on her job. He is about to shout for her attention, but she holds up a hand as soon as he opens his mouth.

Satisfied that he is in safe hands, Tyler takes a shuddering breath and gradually leans back until he is floating. A twinge of fear is in his heart when he realizes that he cannot see if anybody is around him, so he makes sure that he barely moves. It is an unfamiliar splash from behind that causes him to swiftly stand up in the shoulder high water. A beautiful young woman is only a few feet away, her pink bikini top leaving little to the imagination. Her emerald hair is long enough that the ends float around her waist, which is adorned with a chain belt that has a waterproof pouch on the side. Leaning back, she reveals a dolphin tail that is really nothing more than a skirt with a fin apparatus on the end. Even though it is obviously fake, the appendage’s material looks just realistic enough to make most people want to touch it. Fingering the cloud charm dangling from her golden necklace, the mermaid smiles at Tyler and tries to beckon him to follow her to a floating shell.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested,” the businessman declares, risking a glance to see if Cassidy is coming. He turns pale when he sees that the mercenary and the woman she was talking to are nowhere to be seen. “The Duchess is going to hear about this. Look, young lady, I know what your game is. I’m even flattered that you find me worthy of your attention. Still, there are . . . reasons that I can’t join you.”

“My name is Arethusa and I’m sure you’re just shy,” the mermaid replies with a playful laugh. Lifting most of her body out of the water, she splashes onto her side and swims in a fast circle around the businessman. “If it makes you feel better, I only want a little bit of your time and then you’ll never see me again. Besides, Grannus doesn’t like it when his children are denied for no good reason. Terrible luck to anger a mermaid. We’re known for our . . . Wait, you’re Tyler McHale, which means you really shouldn’t be saying no to me. This is perfect. You can help me give Grannus what I’ve always wanted to give him. Please just come with me to the shell and I promise to do all of the work. It’s soundproof when it closes.”

Before Arethusa can reach Tyler, a hand shoots out of the water and catches her by the bikini top. Gasping for air and not letting go, Cassidy rises out of the pool and makes sure to stay between her boss and the mermaid. As a brief struggle ensues, the tail strikes her shin with a surprising amount of force for being underwater. Letting go of Arethusa and floating back, the mercenary waves for Tyler to head for the stairs. He only makes it a few steps before several of the male employees block his escape, the wall of bare-chested men attracting a crowd. Ignoring what is going on behind her, Cassidy struggles to stay away from the tail, but her movements in the water are slow and sluggish. Drawing the knife from her swimsuit, the mercenary dives and drives it through the fin. She wedges the weapon into a crease in the ground to trap the mermaid and rises to straddle her enemy’s stomach. Using her leverage, she prevents Arethusa from escaping and controls how much of her body is above the water.

“Take the hint and leave my fri . . . bo . . . the man alone,” Cassidy growls, keeping the other woman’s face above water. Sharp nails run down her arms to draw blood, which she lets flow into the water without making an attempt to cover the thin cuts. “That’s just unsanitary. Now, it’s my job to make sure nobody touches Mr. McHale here. You’re trying to do that and more, so we’re going to either have a problem or make a deal. My offer is that you let him go back to the train. If you really want to get wetter than a swim then I’ll take his place.”

“It isn’t like I can get knocked up by a woman,” Arethusa says as she flexes her back. She is almost free when the stronger woman dunks her head and quickly pulls her back up. “Are you really trying to drown a mermaid? I can hold my breath for eight minutes, so a sudden submersion doesn’t scare me. Now, let me go, so I can talk to Mr. McHale. If I can give King Grannus a child in return for taking me in then it will make him smile. Unless you’re not what you seem, I can’t get what I want from you.”

“One of these days, I’m going to get into a fight that doesn’t turn weird,” the mercenary sighs, refusing to let go of her opponent. Feeling a shift beneath her, Cassidy realizes the knife is free and tightens her grip on the mermaid. “There are plenty of men here that want to get touchy, feely, and sweaty with you. This one is off-limits. I don’t give a shit if this place is really some freaky baby factory put together by a pervert.”

The emerald-haired employee abruptly rams her head against the other woman’s chest to stun her. “Never insult King Grannus in front of us. You don’t know the pain he suffered after the collapse and the holes in his heart that we wish to fill. He doesn’t ask us to do this. We are the ones who choose to bless his park with children. The men bring in the orphans and the women give birth to new life. Grand Aquae is a beautiful haven for those too young to survive alone. Every laugh and young voice brings a smile to King Grannus’s face, which makes all of us happy.”

“I’m still not letting you have Tyler.”

“Then a contest must be held!”

“Oh, fuck my life.”

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Derailing Bedlam: Flirty Fish Tails Part 1 #fiction #adventure

  1. Laleh Chini says:

    Happy Valentines.<3

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  2. L. Marie says:

    “One of these days, I’m going to get into a fight that doesn’t turn weird.” 😁 😂
    A great post for Valentine’s Day! 😁

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  3. Okay, a contest. What could go wrong? 😀

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  4. Pingback: Derailing Bedlam: Flirty Fish Tails Part 2 #fiction #adventure | Legends of Windemere

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